It’s been winter for two years now
And I find in me unrest

I know grass grows beneath the snow
But nothing’s showing for it yet

I guess I thought
The ice, the rot
Would be by now
A garden plot
But it seems that I was wrong

My head buried in your shoulder
And you tell me I’m okay

There’s a stillness in the silence
That I shouldn’t wish away

An empty tomb
A chrysalis
No shortage in terms
Of images
But will you make it come true?

Will you make it true?


music & lyrics by schuyler kitchin produced, mixed, & mastered by daniel tavani schuyler kitchin: vocals, acoustic guitar daniel tavani: cello abraham lópez díaz: piano